We all fall down the rabbit hole for someone


I wish they would've told me
you weren't at the bottom of it.
We go together like airbnbs
and late nights,
but also the smell of roasted coffee
on a rainy Sunday morning.
Perhaps it was meant to be temporary,
but you understood me best.
There was nothing deep about our
mutual understanding—
the way I chased our potential,
you chased a high.
I could never replace the climax
of your career.
If I were at a crossroads,
I would've chosen you
and your love for diners
even though I always thought the eggs
tasted like rubber.
Neither of us grew up with mothers who cooked
or fathers who stayed,
yet you still said i had the softest eyes
when you left.

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